The lights above the arena bathed everything in harsh white, but the tension simmering between Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan was anything but cold. Rhea stood firm in the center of the ring, mic in hand, eyes narrowed beneath dark lashes, every inch of her a storm barely restrained. Judgment Day flanked her in the background, arms crossed and silent as Liv circled like a vulture, grin too wide, voice saccharine with venom.
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